I am a dreamer
I go through the motions of
- doing my job
- talking to people
- frying meatballs
but I'm not there
I have lost myself somewhere here
among words, colours and glue
and that's where you could find me
if I ever was at rest
but I'm not
I keep moving and evading myself
distance is just an abstract notion to me
pixels change in the blink of an eye
and ultimately it's just ones and zeros
quite reassuring, that,
for a seven like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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